dinner tonight

ravioli, almond roca, and pinotage wine. not necessarily in that order.

mmmm.

once the wine starts to affect me i might walk to either lakeshore or piedmont ave and grab me a cup o' coffee.

we'll see how slothy i feel.

Bad(der) Santa

tonight is christmas and it's also movie night in my house. it's been very entertaining and fun.

so far i've taken a nap while watching 4 episodes of sex and the city, watched 50 first dates, Bad(der) Santa, and am about to watch American Splendor, a movie I really, really wanted to see in the theater but somehow never had the time for.

I'm having dinner right now even though it's midnight.

noodles. noodles with olive oil i guess because i'm almost completely out of food.

anyway, happy christmas - it's been a great one, actually and movie night is very much fun.

:)

Bad(der) Santa was way funnier than i ever thought it would be.

There's just no nice way to say it.

I *hate* to wake up.

I do.

And I've tried to be different. I've tried to like it, or at least I've tried to pretend to not hate it, but I hate it. I really, really have. But I hate it.

I like to stay up until midnight or so and sleep until 8 - that's my "natural" body cycle, whatever the crap that means, which really throws me off when I have to wake up at 5:30 to come to work like today.

And then I'm uber-grumpy because:
a) I hate to wake up
b) I had to wake up like 3 hours earlier than I wanted to
c) I still went to bed at midnight
d) Evan was all bright and cheery this morning and actually sang me a song withing 5 minutes of me waking up. Gawd. Who does that besides my mom and him?

Jesus.

I think the only thing I hate more than waking up, is running into a morning person five minutes after being awake.

Sorry Ev. You still rock the hiz-ouse.

Pappy's Redemption

He showed up today for one.
Then he bought me lunch.

And then, he listened without judgement. He asked good questions, and ultimately was swayed by my cogent argument. He believes in me. Overall my family is being much more supportive than I thought they would. I guess we all learned something last time.

He's a good Pappy, that Pappy of mine.

Bad Pappy

Pappy was supposed to meet me for lunch today to talk about my recent trials and tribulations. (A phrase that I am reminded of because *he* taught it to me)

Anyway.

He forgot.

Punk-ass pukehead.

And I have no lunch today and I'm starving and I really wanted to see him.

What kind of family do I have that forgets about a lunch date during a time like this?

Jesus man, no wonder I am effing invincible - I *have* no choice.

So off I go to forage. I really want chinese food, but even though I am only 3 blocks from Chinatown I have yet to explore the chinese food there.

I should step outside my comfort zone but I'm not so sure today is the day.

Optimism

That's the flavor of the deodorant/anti-perspirant I am wearing today.

We shall see if it works.

I don't much like the smell, but it's better than the stuff that Stephanie told me to throw away. And it was free, so you know.

I need to invest in some better deodorant though, but I am very picky. I'm thinking I will only buy boy deodorant from now on because I like the way boys smell and boys don't really need to be smelling on me anyway.

Hah.

Bachelor(ette) Dinner

I am supposed to be studying and finishing my "group project", but I'm kind of bummed out and distracted. Instead I am watching the Indiana Jones marathon on the Sci-fi (Skiffy, if you are brody) channel.

Here's what I ate for dinner tonight:

1/2 can of pinto beans - drained mostly
3 slices of monterey jack (i think) cheese
1/2 cup Casa Sanchez mild salsa - hot damn i love that stuff
2 handfuls of blue corn chips thrown in with everything else

It was all microwaved together except for the chips. Like some sort of out of balance nacho meal or something. Quite tasty. Oh yeah, I had a coke too.

I've finished entering the bogus values of the decision tree, and I started skimming my book for some kind of useful info for tomorrow's final.

Maybe I'm sad - or maybe I'm just exhausted, but I want to crawl into bed right now and call it a day. Or take shower number two. That might help.

Or go camping but it's too darn cold for camping.

Effing stomach is ripping me apart.

But, the good news is I was assured by the security guard at work that I have plenty more blueberry muffins coming to me for free!

When I can digest them, that will be totally awesome.

Tomorrow I get to see Steph, the only woman I have ever really wondered if I could fall in love with. An entire day sitting in the car and on the chair lift with her, skiing, talking, and generally trying to solve issues that are beyond my means.

Oh yeah, Nick will be there too, that's a bonus because he's totally my ski bitch.

I'm watching that stupid show North Shore, which so far is unredeemable except for the fact it has some hot guys running without their shirts on. Woot.

Ski clothes are in the dryer - almost good to go.

Intestinal Fortitude

is not something I possess under periods of great stress.

Courage however, is something I do.

Let's hope that someday my intestines will follow suit and give me a goddamn break.

I think that until after my final on Monday I will live off of Pepto-Bismol and Sprite or something.

My Magic Muffin Day

Today was a good day. Stinky and I got along at work and I even cracked a few jokes in her direction. I spent a lot of time sorting out big, weighty, and inconclusive problems with good friends on line, and best of all, I found out that a random security guard in my office either has a crush on me (nice) or really likes me as a person and thinks I'm underfed (free food - bonus!).

I'm leaving my office today, on my way to the gym, bundled up tight in my wool sweaters and scarf. As I'm leaving I see the wonderful security guard who sometimes serenades me and tells me nice things like how I need a personal assistant to schlep my wares to and fro work. (He doesn't know that I double as a shirpa.)

He was returning from a break, with a coffee drink and a baggy from Mrs. Fields'. He holds the door open for me, which is polite and nice and so of course I gave him my sweetest darling smile and said, "Thanks, see you tomorrow!" He must have known that I was running late and had no food for school tonight, because he stopped and said, "Wait!" thrusting his warm red and white Mrs Fields' snack into my hand.

I was stunned, but I have never, rejected free food, especially from a nice person who just bought a warm blueberry muffin on their break and is now giving it to *ME* for no reason at all! I mean, how does one say no to that? So I smile again, wider, because I'm pleased as punch and I can smell the sweet aroma of fresh blueberries and I ask him if he really wants me to have it.

He does!

Free muffins for me on Mondays!

Sweet, sweet, man whose name I don't know.

I will have to find out and then be very, very nice to him.